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Trying to find Memories worth keepingThu, 22 Feb 2018 06:46:59 +0000enhourly1http://wordpress.com/https://s2.wp.com/i/buttonw-com.pngPeggy Sang the Blueshttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com
Handshttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2014/01/28/hands/
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This is from an assignment I had, and I think I will be continuing it as an ongoing project. The point was to capture hands in an interesting ways but the focus had to be the hands, This could be interpreted in a lot of different ways but I wanted to use it to capture the hands calligraphy in different human craft. It was the first time I had a reason to photograph something that portrayed humanity, and since I developed such a disdain for human subject photography, because it is so often extremely manufactured to portray an illusion, this forced me, but also allowed me to portray something real in humanity, crafts that we have developed through generations.

]]>https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2014/01/28/hands/feed/0jefferyguichIt’s My Lifehttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/its-my-life/
https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/its-my-life/#respondFri, 13 Dec 2013 17:51:23 +0000http://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/?p=233Continue reading →]]>I get annoyed whenever I hear or read that phrase. “It’s my life”, you are right, it is your life, you live it, you control it, you experience every second of it… But, to quote John Donne, “no man is an island”. I find people use that phrase to mean no one else should have a say in their life as if their actions don’t affect those around them. I don’t wish to control anyone else’s life, I don’t want my life controlled and I certainly don’t think anyone else’s should be controlled by someone else, but I wouldn’t want my life to be uninfluenced by those around me. “Whatever makes you happy”, that is another one people love to use, I believe in following your dreams, pursing what you love and doing things that make you happy, but life doesn’t work if it’s just whatever makes you happy. In the end if it’s all about you, when you live by “whatever makes you happy” you still find yourself wanting, wanting for relationships that was neglected and cast aside because it was all about what ever made you happy.

That is not a life I want to live.

My life is surrounded by people, those I like and those I don’t, those I know and those I’ve hardly met, but my life whether I like it or not, is surrounded by other people. This means that my actions and words at some point or another will have a profound effect on the people around me no matter how hard I try to ensure otherwise. So it’s not all about me, It’s my story but my story plays into others, and theirs into even more people’s stories, so I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not all about me, This post is in many ways just me giving myself perspective. I have some friends, and some of them are quite a bit farther in life then me, I don’t want a single one of them to control my actions, but I would be a damned fool to ignore what they tell me. They have insight on what one should and shouldn’t do, what’s good, what’s bad, what might be best. They are not infallible, and every situation, dilemma, problem, and opportunity has its own factors that make it unique, and those who have gone before me aren’t going to always be right, they can have the worst advice possible, but they have gone before me, they have an idea, some of them a very good one. To shut them out with phrases like “it’s my life” and “I’m going to do whatever makes me happy” is not only setting you up to make easily avoided mistakes, and suffering unnecessary hardships. One should keep in mind that these hardships and suffering also effects our peers and friends when you are solely pursing what you think is best, and what makes you happy. I like what Solomon said in Proverbs 11 “Where there is no guidance, a people falls, but in an abundance of counselors there is safety.” He goes on in the book saying that council, hearing the advice of others, is the key to success. Even if you aren’t looking to the people you whose words you disregarded to dig you out or give you handouts when you do fall, it hurts to see someone hurting, or at least it should, a bad relationship, a bad path in life, a financial crisis or anything of the sort in the life of a friend hurts. Those things are unavoidable sometimes, you are going to get shit on in life weather or not you live it aware of the effects on those around you or not, but that doesn’t mean you should live life as if it doesn’t hurt or better others.

From what I have seen it’s hard to find memories worth keeping when your focus is you, give and take has you branch out and try something new, and sometimes you hate it, others you like it, and every now and then you absolutely love it. And to clarify, when I talk about others input, it should be heeded, not followed as absolutely truth, sometimes you have to ignore the risk for the experience, and leave the morning to the morning, sometimes it’s good to forget what can and will go wrong, but one should not forget that though it is your life, no man is an island, and that your life and decisions effects those around you, positively or negatively.

]]>https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/its-my-life/feed/0jefferyguichInvesting Timehttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/12/06/investing-time/
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]]>https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/12/06/investing-time/feed/0jefferyguichBeware of Monstershttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/beware-of-monsters/
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I know it is not the end but it is the end of the beginning.

The same idea keeps coming to my mind in different terms:

“Giants Lie Ahead”

“Here Be Dragons”

“Beware of Monsters”

And as I think of these I see them as warning signs as my life plays out in front of me. When I reach a fork in the road and have to make a decision I notice some of the paths are marked with a warning sign.

It’s intimidating, and I know they speak the truth, but as I look down the that’s I can’t help but notice that the marked ones lead to a better end.

So I’ll take them on with courage, not thinking I will be let alone on the perilous paths, but confident that the monsters will be slain.

But I keep seeing these warnings in my mind:

“Giants Lie Ahead”

“Here Be Dragons”

“Beware of Monsters”

]]>https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/11/29/beware-of-monsters/feed/1jefferyguich20131126_121826Back On Trackhttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/11/26/back-on-track/
https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/11/26/back-on-track/#respondTue, 26 Nov 2013 17:06:17 +0000http://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/?p=221Continue reading →]]>“Another year has gone by, they really never do last long, and for all that time the year still seems pretty void, I mean it’s had its cool days, and has built great stepping stones for the future but where are those memories worth keeping? I can tell you now there are none, none that come to mind at least. Am I still doing something wrong? Is the time just bad? Or do I need to change my perception? I still think it’s the environment that needs to change. The summer is here again and not only has come but I’ve had time to settle in it, my schedule is good, its left time for writing, reading, music, language, my job, and a few days off I can take. The end of my summer looks great, its packed with things that have potential to host those memories worth keeping, but what do I do for now, I know every day can be a great one, but do I just slowly work without these experiences until those plans and events come together, I’m sick of nights that are just enough to keep me alive, I’m searching for nights and days that are worth living for. But here is where I get things on track and regular, for now I keep trying what I know.”

I wrote this somewhere near the end of July this year, but I was a twit who kept writing new content but never edited or published it, and then eventually just forgetting new content all together. However the world has changed since then. I am currently working with Youth Unlimited for school credits; it’s the greatest thing I could imagine. Overall my dreams haven’t really changed, the same ideas and goals keep pounding on the inside of my mind, waiting for the summer when they can start to become a reality, but always working towards them now. Life is getting better, and some long lasting memories have been formed, nothing groundbreaking but little things well enjoyed, and memorable. Life is starting to be enjoyed to its fullest for a man like me. It’s still a journey, but I’m making headway.

I intend to have this post marks the restart of the goal “finding memories worth keeping” as well as the start of regular content.

]]>https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/11/26/back-on-track/feed/0jefferyguichI’d Be a Machinehttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/11/15/id-be-a-machine/
https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/11/15/id-be-a-machine/#respondFri, 15 Nov 2013 16:34:32 +0000http://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/?p=218Continue reading →]]>It’s had been 3 years, A lot can happen in three years, and I think a lot should happen in 3 years, but when I ran into some people I went to school with 3 years ago from what I could tell they were exactly the same. They even said that nothing had changed, I asked what they had been up to and they said nothing, and when they got into conversation I believed them. When the spoke to each other it was pretty much the same topics and mannerisms they talked about three years ago. I don’t understand, In those three years I have completely changed, and I get that not everyone does changes as drastically as I have, but I don’t understand how did they remained so static? Then as I started to ask about the other people I had not seen in those previous 3 years, apart from those who had more or less fallen off the grid most people seemed to be just as static. I get they are not at the point in their lives where they have had to go off and live on their own, fend for themselves, make their own way in this world, but I don’t understand how after 3 years they only mellowed out, they didn’t bother to grow.

“Dammit Amy

Well of course I’ve changed.

With all the things that I’ve done and the places I’ve been,

I’d be a machine if I had stayed the same.” (-Frank Turner)

They have not always been the best years, but they have been a busy three years. I don’t understand, are people really not venturing out of comfort at all, or are they going through the width and depth of the human experienced unaffected, like a machine.

I don’t get it.

Perhaps they just don’t know how they have changed, or they haven’t realized it, but I saw them, and heard them, and it seems so true, that “nothing” has happened, that nothing is going on, that life just stood still and they ceased to really live, they chose to merely exist.

So I started looking at those around me, I looked first at the 3 men I’ve come to love as brothers and I’ve defiantly seen how they have changed in those same three years, but I start to look outside of that and I see it less and less common, I see a small handful who have really taken that time to grow. Is that how people are, do they really go through life without letting it affect them at all, or do they live life in such a way that there is nothing much to change them.

I fear for them, living life so statically, what happens when they do have to do life on their own, when everything around them drastically changes and they don’t know how to move with that. How will they cope, and who will they turn into when the pressure is on?

]]>https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/11/15/id-be-a-machine/feed/0jefferyguichWooden Hearthttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/05/30/wooden-heart/
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My brother (not a biological brother) is finnishing up his writers craft class, they are ending with poetry, he was bouncing off ideas with me of using a Listener poem, we talked about the points of different poems and which one he should use, and I kept urging him to use “Wooden Hear” a poem I explacted in a english course last semester. After telling him a bit about it he asked to see my writeup on it, and as I was about to send him it I thought I might share it here.

pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors

but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board

washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores

so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief

and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach

come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever

we only have what we remember

I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it

but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts

we all have the same holes in our hearts…

everything falls apart at the exact same time

that it all comes together perfectly for the next step

but my fear is this prison… that I keep locked below the main deck

I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden

and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right

but they’re heavy and I’m awkward…always running out of fight

so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship

hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks

because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam

lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea

so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief

and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach

come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever

we only have what we remember

My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water

I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea

if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together

and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep

all these machines will rust I promise, but we’ll still be electric

shocking each other back to life

Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected

our bones grown together inside

our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided

our spines grown stronger in time

because are church is made out of shipwrecks

from every hull these rocks have claimed

but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change

so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief

and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach

come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever

we only have what we remember

-Listener

The poem Wooden heart talks about a life journey, and the poets idea for pretty much everyone, it talks about the voyage of life and breaks down to the fundamentals of what we are made of and how that relates to weathering the seas of life this is done using mostly nautical images. Rhythm and rhyme scheme are not something that is present; it is a free verse poem though not completely without rhyme, however without organized rhymes. The diction used if from the common vernacular though as I said before using nautical imagery, making the words easy to understand, in spite of this (at least to me) the theme of the poem is not immediately obvious.

The poem starts at birth, and from birth we are at the mercy of others, we need there grace even though we have done nothing yet to deserve it. The poet then goes to say he has been haunted the typical things you would expect, red demons and white ghosts, nothing extraordinarily traumatic but none the less bad, and it is not just at night he has been haunted day and night. The poem then goes on to talk about his life as it progress. At first it is lies that hold him together, he holds them deep down to keep him together in the brutal storms of life. But rather than just being tossed around and taking life as is he had dreams to give him direction and to keep him going towards where he wants to be, his sails which point him towards his true north. His dreams were thin, but he held them close to his heart while he prayed for times to get better not that he believed that they would. Next he let his heart become softer and more vulnerable using the image of wooden heart is compared to the image of an iron ship which is this strong put together outer image he kept. Now that he has that he continues through dangerous waters to find end, sailing the blood read seas looking for the security of someone else, someone that could basically substitute for the uncertain difficult seas of life, he is looking for someone’s coast. He now engages a second person heeding them to not let the hardships of life wash away their hopes. Even though he thought he was prepared to handle life with the image of the warship, he finds himself sinking, at this point still believing there is some security, anchors, something to hold him. During this time he starts to find that in his heart is all this “rotten wood” vices, bad emotion, sin, he is working to get rid of and is finding in abundance pulling out by the fistful. He again engages an audience, he realizes that no one is really that iron war ship, but rather makeshift vessels made from shipwrecks, broken, failures, hurts and mistakes, beaten and battered going through journey they cannot handle and. He suggest community, one that’s not just there for good times, that’s not real community, but people helping each other, through pain and joy, that these shipwrecks cannot survive on their own, that we need to bind ourselves to each other, become co-dependent, sew us together, even though we have all been permanently affected negatively, tattered rags stained forever. Positions are no guarantee; the only things that are truly ours are memories. And together we can make them good, not just looking at life in disparity as this endless sea we cannot handle.

But it is not that simple he admits that he is barely making it, but he is in fact make it, barley held together with help that we do not deserve and having our past forgiven and forgot, taped together of borrowed crutches and new starts. He says that fundamentally we are all the same; we all feel that need for community, for love, for peace and not fear and uncertainty, for something more, those needs being the holes in our hearts. And even when it seems like everything is falling apart what we do not realize is that it is everything is getting into perfect place for the next great thing to happen we just cannot see it. Still he is kept captive by fear, it is his prison, he keeps his fears hidden where they cannot be seen and locks it so that others cannot get to it, it can be accessed but he keeps that key to it close at all times, it is quiet and hidden. What he has to use are his hopes, but he doesn’t know how to use them, they seem to too big and he doesn’t know how to handle them, they are heavy and he is awkward, always running out of motivation to pursue them. So again he goes back to working on his heart even though life is getting worse, hopping that it will keep him going just a little while longer. He admits that he specifically is not this iron war ship; he is made of brokenness, virtues and vices both being lost and found just like everyone else. Again he repeats; we cannot survive on our own, we need to bind ourselves to each other, become co-dependent even though we are tattered rages stained forever. We only truly have our memories.

He can still remember these tragedies, they are always at least in the back of his mind; his “throat tastes like house fire and salt water”, and he has nothing lasting to cover him it is just the tide which washes away and it only acts as loose identity. But if we hold together, if we put effort into each other’s lives we will hold together and not just be some fools rushing to die lethargically. He reminds us everything we have will be lost, our machines will rust, but we will still be alive, keeping each other alive, bringing each other back from despair. He suggests together we grow deeply connected, growing together so fundamentally, and the connection will grow deeper, we will grow together stronger. He then goes on to talk about this image for The Church, it is not perfect; it is not made of well put together people, Christ’s true bride is a bunch of broken people holding each other together, a bunch of smaller communities working together for the better through this ever changing world. One last time he repeats; “let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever we only have what we remember”.

]]>https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/05/30/wooden-heart/feed/0jefferyguichStage Frighthttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/04/29/stage-fright/
https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/04/29/stage-fright/#respondTue, 30 Apr 2013 01:44:43 +0000http://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/?p=213Continue reading →]]>I’ve not really known fear, not since that winter in grade nine when we went to Dyer’s Memorial late at night but that’s a different story, I have certainly never felt so much as anxiety when it came to singing. I just sing, I sing all the time, and I don’t really care who hears me or what they think, I just do it, it’s fun. But today, today was different, and I’m having a hard time getting over it, but before today there was yesterday, and yesterday the weather was spectacular, it was one of those nights it would be a shame to let go to waste, so Tyler, Matt and I went long boarding fairly late into the night, and while we were out we stopped by Starbucks and took some time to slow down. Inside was full so we sat outside and at one point in the night I started to sing “Wagon Wheel” by Old Crow Medicine Show and Tyler who plays the guitar suggested that we go out for a talent show who’s auditions where being held today, he was half sarcastic but we decided to actually go for it, and that’s where I got my stage fright for the first time. Singings never been an issue, I used to be awful, and I know that I’ve improved, but I’ve never thought of myself as great or even particularly good, but I was less awful. Today I got nervous and was awful, I could not hit a damn note for the whole first verse and it wasn’t till part way though the chorus I started to do ok, but I have no Idea what really happened or how good or bad it was. As soon it was over I sounded good again, or as good as I ever had, but man those nerves killed me, and I’m not really sure why, it’s not like it was any more public then I normally sing, I was actually less. I think that when I sing normally it doesn’t matter what people think, I’m singing but I’m not saying anything about myself, it is only for fun, but since I was trying out it’s like me saying, “I think I’m good, I am worth listening to” and I don’t want to be wrong or seen as conceited. We signed up for fun; we threw ourselves at the mercy of the judges because we didn’t care, if they wanted us cool, if not it’s just as well, we would just as happily spend the night with french-fries and our long boards. But I can’t get over the Image that put out of me, and that I couldn’t give my best, that it just wasn’t happening.

* * *

It’s now been several days… I think a week, no it must have been two, but we did make it, to our somewhat surprise we have made it. It is still weird though, I thought I sprung back to normal as far as singing goes right after, but that’s not quite true, I think I’ve mellowed out and can sing again, at least as well as I ever could, but there were a lot of hiccups on the way, To include a terrible video taken of our cover of Soul Sister by a bon fire where I was in the wrong key the whole damn time, but even being back (I think) it’s weird to look back on. I don’t think I’m particularly good, not to say I think I am bad, I just simply don’t know, but we are going to try and make a project of music these next few months, just have fun, I mean that’s much of what music is about. We have a big Youtube project we are working on, and we plan on singing out in the streets for spare change over the summer, and hopefully hit a few open mic nights, that will teach us quickly, or at least me where we stand. Hopefully it will be a good few extra bucks, help me pay for coffee and Tyler for his fast food habit. I guess we will just see where it takes us, as long as we are having a good time.

]]>https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/04/29/stage-fright/feed/0jefferyguichI’ve Lost My Hearthttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/02/14/ive-lost-my-heart/
https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/02/14/ive-lost-my-heart/#respondFri, 15 Feb 2013 02:15:08 +0000http://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/?p=210Continue reading →]]>I can’t find my heart, no girl has taken it, it’s not been crush, it’s just lost. I pick up a guitar five or so months for the first time and hardly put it down since, and lately when I have a monotonous work or even just an overwhelming about to do I tend to do it till I’m mad then I’ll pick up my six string, I know maybe ten rhythms and songs (three of which are four chord songs and hardly count), and I play it, maybe two or three songs, and then I reluctantly set it down and go back to work. This got me though my final projects last semester, but this weekend I’ve been doing co-op paper work so I can get high school credits for working on this independent film, and I finish a section in the book and pick up my guitar, and I keep losing track, slipping up, just stupid stuff, and then I find my hearts not in it, this isn’t the first time I haven’t had my heart in my guitar (though it’s not common) but usually it’s because there is something my mind, or maybe I’m hungry or something. But today I have no reason to not have my heart in my music, but it’s not there, high school is draining it out of me. So I put on ‘Back to the Five’ by Ruth (see link below) and decided to talk about this.

it’s just lifeless there, at school, producing perfectly average people, boring people, you can say a lot of negative things about me but boring is not one of them, and now that I am cramming three weeks’ worth of work into one (one for the week it took to rearrange my schedule, one for my vacation, and one for the week in between) and it’s too much, too much ordinary, dull, monotony, and on the whole terrible information. I don’t want to speak poorly of all the people working at my school, but the system itself is broken… at least it feels that way. I’m not an exceptional student, I’m in the “needs to apply themself” category, but applying myself would only drive me mad, because I’m not in search of a conventional North American life and to take away from what I work on, learn, do outside of school to do all the work they expect of me (and require to pass well) is not something I’m willing to do. Though I’m not neglecting my future in doing this, I’m in my field of study, learning, expanding, growing, and enjoying myself. And there is a future from here, real work, I’m not pleading to enter Halo tournaments for a living, production tech and multimedia is a huge field, and if I can’t make it into studio work there is an even bigger world of live production.

It’s not that I can’t do school, I feel I can express myself clearly though English, though I don’t notice all my written mistakes, and I’ve entered several math competition s and scored consistently 3rd in my school despite passing with a mid-70’s mark in class. I’m not intellectually lacking, this public school thing just isn’t my thing. I miss my heart, I want to be able to put it into things so I can enjoy them, but I suppose I need to power though this paper work so I can get it on the other side, my heart has been invested in this movie project, so when I get to do that in two weeks I hope to see it again, this will also be after hanging out in Mexico, not only enjoying beautiful beaches and water, but getting to see the ruins (I failed to mention I love history too) and such as well. I hope I can find someone who will let me use their guitar there, I don’t want to get rusty, but at any rate it will be a good time. I think soon I will find my heart again, but it sucks being without it now.

Note that I wrote this on the weekend, it took me a few days with the heavy work load to edit it

]]>https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/02/14/ive-lost-my-heart/feed/0jefferyguichTrying My Hand at the Quillhttps://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/02/05/trying-my-hand-at-the-quill/
https://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/2013/02/05/trying-my-hand-at-the-quill/#respondWed, 06 Feb 2013 04:38:31 +0000http://peggysangtheblues.wordpress.com/?p=186Continue reading →]]>So, the picture currently at the top of my this site is my quill but incase that changes this is what it looks like.

This is my quill

with it I have been trying to write well, the first thing I did was something of an alchemy index.

Rough but a start

Here I put different symbols for each element

I tried the pentagram representing all 4 physical elements with spirit at the top, but I messed up on where earth and air go

I do love the “E”

I then worked on what I want my capital letters to look like on these two sheets, A huge mess but a start

After getting an idea I played around with the letters after writing down the lyric that was playing in my mind (the “shouldn’t change feel right” bit, I’m telling you it consumed me)

I stumble yet still I solder on, it doesn’t have to mean that I’m wrong

I also screwed up on the letter “D” on the quote that draws the most attention

The curse of perfect days

This quote thing I did myself going though my iTunes is a precursor to a project I want to do once my writing style is better established and that is to sit around coffee shops and such in town and ask people what quotes have meant a lot to them in life, or that was big at the moment, or just stuck in their head, and set up the page in a similar way, I think it will be cool to have so many thoughts on one page.

That is most of what I have done with that since getting it, other than a few “the quick fox” documents. It only gets better from here I suppose.

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